What consequences would there be if the "lock" were destroyed...? Archer, you should know that better than anyone, right?
As Saber said this, the corners of her lips curled up, her amber eyes glimmering with sadistic delight.
Who exactly was the "lock" the Black King of Knights had mentioned?
The answer was obvious.
It was the sole friend of the King of Heroes—a pitiful weapon, a mud doll created by the gods that had gained a human heart before finally returning to dust (Enkidu).
Normally, anyone who dared mock his best friend's death in front of the King of Heroes would have sent him into a furious rage.
But the King of Heroes who had manifested this time was unusually mature. He would not lose his composure over such a low-level provocation.
"You've certainly become quite eloquent after being soaked in Black Mud, Saber."
The Golden King glared coldly at the Black Swordsman. "Still, if I kill that little girl now, I'll lose the aftershow I've been looking forward to."
Saber said, "This aftershow of yours... you mean the final battle with Shirou?"
"Does it concern you?"
Saber said, "...In the end, that brat and I have nothing to do with each other. We're enemies from different factions now."
Archer raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Saber, I'll bring back the head of that brat you favor as a souvenir.
"When that time comes, will you still be as calm as you are now? I'm looking forward to seeing your expression after that disguise is torn away."
Saber fell silent, watching Archer disappear into the distance.
"Wait... who gave you permission to act on your own?! Archer! Get back here!"
The vast Ryudoji Temple was left with nothing but the red-haired girl's impotent furious shouting.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Irisviel,